From time to time, he would remove his lips from the shaft to stroke it a bit with his hands and lick the sack under it, but he always made sure to at least keep jerking Yoda off, and therefore himself. His hands didn’t suffice however and his head would always return to the uneven cock, bobbing his head with more haste every time, his lips as tight as he could make them, making Yoda squirm in delight as he felt his orgasm build up.
By now he was rocking his hips in motion with Mace’s bobbing, meeting the lips with more force every time. Even the boy was rocking his hips along his own rhythm, meeting only air but still feeling the incredible sensation. And then, with a large inhaling breath, the master released the full of his cum in the boy’s sweet mouth as he shot the long awaited jets of warm milk. Mace never removed his mouth, swallowing every jet as it was shot in his craving mouth and still pumping his head as he too was near the edge of his orgasm.
It didn’t take long before Mace shot his load on to the bed, which got him lifting his head off of Yoda’s cock and making the last squirt hit his bare chest. And then the moment was over and Yoda laid panting on the bed, Mace between his legs, a great grin stretching both their lips. He might not fully understand what had just happened, but he knew he liked it. The human boy gave him a few last tongue lashes for good measure, then returned near his mater, to his right, their nude bodies touching slightly.
“Very well you have done, my young student,” he said between pants. “But young is the evening and more training I shall give you.” Mace had his eyes closed now, perfectly comfortable and in harmony with the force of everything around him and especially his master. For a brief moment, physical contact between them was cut, but they always remained in contact through the force and Mace felt no nervousness or discomfort. Read the rest of this entry »
Slowly, the master Jedi descended the staircase, his new Padawan following closely, surprised at how everything was unfolding. “Two thousand years this passage has been here. Older then me, it is,” he added with a laugh. “You have been chosen, young Windu. Today, the pleasures of initiation, you will discover,” the master said in a mysterious tone.
Mace shivered slightly as the path led him to a room with a large bay window and a large bed in the center as it’s only furniture. It was surrounded by water, like a small island, with a small bridge on either side to cross it. From the window, Mace could see the sun almost completely set and lights all around the city.
“Come to the bed, my child,” Yoda said warmly.
Young made advanced to the bed and sat on the edge of it. It felt a bit weird to him, being in this secret room with master Yoda, who was even smaller then him. And he could also feel that the force was very strong in this room and whatever the ritual implied would make him stronger as well.
The short Jedi sat beside the child, letting his cane drop to the side of the bed. “A lot of memories this chamber contains, yes.” He nodded to himself. “A padawan you will become, but first the initiation you must pass. To bind all, the nature of the force is. My padawan you will become, but before the force we must feel between us. Only through such a link can you grow as a student.”
Mace Windu was unsure of what master Yoda was referring to. The academy had never mentioned of an initiation rite before the title of padawan was accorded. However, the boy still managed to remain calm as he waited for indications of what to do. Read the rest of this entry »
The dark skinned boy felt tense, yet calm. As a Jedi to be, he never let his emotions take over him, for doing so was the path to the dark side and he had seen what Sith Lords became: empty shells lusting for more power and fearing to lose it all. The dark side led to torment and fulfillment became impossible. The academy made sure to keep their students off this dark path and the boy had made sure to follow their teachings as well as he could. It seemed his teachers were satisfied with him too and he had quickly increased in rank within the other students. At the young age of 12, he was already nominated to become a padawan, trained by one of the Jedi Council itself, an unlikely honor for a boy his age.
The elevator stopped and he waited for his teachers to lead the way as he had been taught. But none of the two moved. The air remained still as he wondered what was happening, losing his concentration over keeping his anxiety in check for one brief moment, then getting it back under control the moment after.
“We will not be following you, young one,” one teacher finally said, a Rodian. “Where you are going, you will be going alone, though our spirits as those of the entire academy will follow you wherever you go. Be worthy of the honor that has been bestowed to you and may the force be with you.”
The child, only a few months from being a teenager, took a step out of the elevator, then another. He stood still for a moment, then turned to thank his teachers, but the door was already closing. Resolute, he turned back to the hallway and slowly advanced, trying as he could to keep his emotions under control and observing the decorations.
A lot of thought had been put into making the corridor majestic. Many statues in the honor of fallen Jedi’s had been erected, displaying a great array of species that could be found across the galaxy. On each pedestal, their name and a small list of their deeds could be found, but he didn’t need to read the descriptions as history was one of the disciplines taught at the academy and the boy could easily name any of the Jedis on display here. Unconsciously, he bowed before all of them, feeling a bit unworthy to be among some of the greatest legends of the academy. Read the rest of this entry »
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